[Open RP Post]

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If you'd like to thread with Wei Wuxian outside of any games or memes, here's a place to do it! If there's a prompt or idea you have in mind, feel free to toss it at me. If a thread's going to be NSFW or contain triggering subjects, please mark it in the subject line. Other than that, go wild! Texts, emails, and other formats besides prose or action tags are welcome!

ETA: NSFW threads within, some not explicitly marked.

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He's missed this as much as any other part of their relationship and the feeling of those fingers in his hair are enough to have him breaking the contact, Wei Ying's name on his lips.

When he lifts his head, Wangji ends up taking a step back, taking in every inch of Wei Ying lying there on the island, alive and he forgets to breathe for a moment, something inside him aching as he reaches for the oil. He's not watching his own hands, slicking his fingers blindly because he can't look away from the man in front of him.

And then he's between Wei Ying's legs again, working two fingers into him as his gaze settles on his face again.

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"That feels good, Lan Zhan. Keep working them, just like that," Wei Ying breathes. "Don't forget to slick yourself up before you put in, too. You're so big. I need you to be gentle with me going in."

He's getting the impression that his predecessor's body, might be accustomed to this sort of activity. His opening's relaxing easily enough under these ministrations, about as quickly as his own body had. It's fine if Lan Zhan's a little rough going in; after all, he likes it when his lover gets aggressive. It makes him feel desired and powerful, to hold such dominion over this man that he loses control around him.

But underneath it all are tender feeling, the gaze Wei Ying turns on Lan Zhan is loving, softer than might be expected from his words and the shameless way he's caressing his own body over the shirt he's wearing. Wei Ying's hands slide down his thighs before he finally just grips his dick and starts stroking himself in a show for Lan Zhan's eyes.

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It's easier than he expected although given what he'd found at that apartment, maybe he shouldn't be surprised. His gaze drops, focusing on Wei Ying's hands for a moment before he speaks.

"...Did I say you could do that?" One hand closes around Wei Ying's wrist, tugging his hand off his dick before he lets it go.

"Stand and turn around."

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A look of surprise crosses Wei Ying's face when Lan Zhan grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away. A beautiful smile spreads across it next, his eyes warm and very much alive. With obedience that would be shocking to anyone else that knew him, Wei Ying complies immediately with the demand, sitting up and sliding off the counter.

Or at least, it seems like he's going to obey right up until Wei Ying looks up, locking eyes deliberately with Lan Zhan before dropping down to his knees. He reaches for the dick now directly in front of his face, gripping it firmly around the base, and plunges his mouth over the head. In the past, he'd take his time with this task, licking, teasing and savoring the texture and taste but right now, he has a very specific purpose in mind. Once Lan Zhan's dick is liberally coated with saliva he pulls his mouth away, he stands up.

Now Wei Ying turns to face the countertop and bends over as Lan Zhan instructed.

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Quick obedience has never been Wei Ying's way and he'd like to say he's surprised when the other man drops, but instead fingers tangle in Wei Ying's hair holding him there as his own hips rock forward, keeping him there a few minutes longer than he likely intended before he lets go.

And when Wei Ying is where he wants him, Wangji behind him one hand guiding his dick until he can snap his hips forward, his first thrust driving into Wei Ying as one arm wraps around him.

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Wei Ying moans with mingled pain and pleasure at the quick rough entry, bracing himself with his elbows on the counter. Maybe they should've taken another minute or two to prepare but it's too late for that now. Lan Zhan's dick almost feels too huge inside him and the sensation of it is making his breath come in ragged gasps.

But in no way does Wei Ying want him to pull out either so he focuses on his breathing, trying to steady and focus on his breathing so his passage will relax.

"Lan Zhan... You..."

Whatever words he was going to say are lost as his mind just goes blank. Lan Zhan's arm around him feels really nice, too.

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Being still is harder than he expected but he does try, any movements he makes just slight shifts of his hips, Wangji leaning up over his back to press a kiss to his shoulder. But he's not moving.

His breathing is rough, ragged and it takes very ounce of control he has to give Wei Ying time to adjust but it's worth it. He'd never expected to be able see Wei Ying again much less be able to do this and the sound of his name on Wei Ying's lips has him making a quiet rough sound, not quite a groan but something close.

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It helps, taking this part slow. Wei Ying's forehead drops to rest on his forearms, his breathing continuing to even out. Gradually, the tension ebbs out of his shoulders, back, and buttocks over the next few minutes as does his passage. It's still a tight fit but a more comfortable one as he gets used to it so Wei Ying lifts his head shoots a glance back at Lan Zhan over his shoulder and nods once.

"Go ahead, Lan Zhan. You can move now but be gentle! You're still big, even if you feel really good inside me like this."

If he's eased up enough for dirty talk, he must ready to go now, right?

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As soon as he's talking it's as good a sign as for him to start moving, even if the first few thrusts are experimental more than consistent. Not that it takes him long to find the rhythm that works for the both of them, hand dropping from his waist to wrap around and stroke Wei Ying.

And teeth graze his shoulder before he turns his head, catching Wei Ying in a kiss.

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The angle Wei Ying's head is turned makes it awkward to sustain so it winds up being very messy and brief, leaving a saliva trail dangling between their lips. His moans get louder as Lan Zhan strokes him, fluids already leaking from the sensitive tip.

Wei Ying rocks his hips backward into Lan Zhan's thrusts. The physical pleasure is nothing compared to the deep spiritual and emotional satisfaction he feels being with him like this. He's love in with this man. Why did it ever take him so long to figure it out?

The sensation of Lan Zhan's long, black hair caressing his sides with each movement is driving his greed for more, too.

"Lan Zhan, oh, Lan Zhan... Keep going just like that. Just don't stop whatever you do."

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His hips move, his pace becoming more erratic as his teeth sink into Wei Ying's shoulder. grip tightening on his dick as he strokes, trying to take him over that edge. His voice is rough when he manages to groan Wei Ying's name but he's past thought, past anything but the feeling of Wei Ying wrapped around him.

And when he finally does come, it's oddly quiet for him, his hips slowly as he sags forward over his lover's back, his hand still moving.

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It doesn't take long for Wei Ying to follow and his orgasm hits him hard as he spills all over Lan Zhan's hand with a cry, shuddering and slumping against the countertop. He just rests there, breathing uneven as he comes back to himself.

Wei Ying doesn't move though, a slow wave of bone deep wave of peace and contentment washing over him now. It wasn't what he expected would happen after running into Lan Zhan on the street today but he's far from complaining.

"I love you, Lan Zhan," he murmurs again, sighing blissfully. "Come to bed with me now?"

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"Clean up first." He finally steps back, moving to find a cloth and wet it so they can clean up before he just picks Wei Ying up to carry him to bed, gently dropping him on the covers before stretching out beside him, one arm settling over him as he leans to brush lips against his hair.

"...We'll get an early start tomorrow." Because he knows Wei Ying isn't going to want to sit still. Can't let himself sit still while he has questions and while he'll have to take some time off, he'll be right beside him.

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Once they've cleaned up and they're back in the bedroom, Wei Ying's content to cuddle close to his lover. The restlessness that had plagued him when he'd tried to rest before is gone now, replaced by peace. He nods a little drowsily at Lan Zhan's words, reaching up to gently pull him down for a soft, goodnight kiss.

As confusing as his situation is, he'll be okay as long as Lan Zhan is with him through it.

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He meets the kiss easily, keeping it brief and just covering them both with one arm staying over Wei Ying as he watches over him until he falls asleep. And then he dozes off himself.